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LIV

She turned away before I could see the rest of her face.

But her robe slipped off her shoulder — just a little.

Just enough to make me wonder if she knew I was watching too.

Tch.

Fuck you Liv. It wasn’t even sunrise and you’re already soaked?

This wasn’t the average, sleepy kind of wet. Not the ohmaybeI’llfantasize— kind.

This is immediate. Heat between my legs, nipples tight against my tank top like I’d been dreaming of his voice in my ear again.

Fuck.

Why does this keep happening?

It’s not like he touched me.

He hasn’t said more than five words in two days. He walks past like I’m invisible. Like the memory of me moaning his name in the dark isn’t still etched into the drywall.

But I know it is.

Because I see it in his eyes when I walk into the room — that flicker. That hesitation. Like he’s seconds away from pinning me against the wall and swallowing the words back down my throat.

He doesn’t, he won’t.

That’s what makes me wetter.

I don’t bother changing before I walk down the hallway.

Thin cotton shorts. No underwear, tank top, no bra. I wasn’t even sure I packed any.

I want him to see the curve of my tits before I turn the corner. I want him to hear me walking barefoot through the kitchen and wonder what I smell like underneath it all.

I don’t care how obvious I was being.

I care that he pretends not to notice.

That pretending? That’s the part that drives me insane.

Because I know what his hands would feel like. I know he’s strong. I’ve seen it in the way he grips the edge of the kitchen counter when I walk past. The way his veins bulge in his forearms when he’s trying not to look at me bending over.

I want him to snap, I want him to fucking ruin me.

I looked out at the garden, she was still there for some reason.

She saw me, and glanced around to check if he was near.

The coast was clear, so she came in.

Her sexy eyes fixed on mine for some reason. And without a breathe—

“You’re dissss—gusting,” she let out.

Her voice was shaky. But not with weakness, with something else.

I meet her stare.

“What— did I do?”

She stepped closer.

“You think walking around half-naked makes you powerful? It makes you obvious.

Obvious gets noticed.” She continued.

“And pathetic gets ignored.” I said with a smirk.

She blinked just once.

Fucking cunt.

I left the peach on the table and walked back upstairs.

I didn’t run, I didn’t rush. I just let my hips sway, making sure she sees the way my shorts ride up and cling between my thighs.

Let her stare, let her imagine how wet I was right now.

Upstairs, the hallway was dark for some reason.

Caleb’s door was cracked open. He never learns.

He probably came up from the back door stairs. Man, he was trying everything possible to avoid all this.

Awww.

I paused and listened, a part of me hoping he was jerking off again.

Yet—nothing.

My breathing too fast now.

I should’ve go to my room, should’ve closed the door.

But no. I stay there — hand on the wall, thighs slick, chest rising.

Because I wanted him to come out.

I wanted him to see me here, waiting.

I wanted him to fail again.

Behind me, I heard another step. I was scared for a moment—was he the one?

Oh shit. He’d think I’m a psycho. With fear in my heart, I turned my gaze slowly, and there she was.

Sabrina.

Phew.

She didn’t say anything.

We both just stood there. Ten feet apart. Same hallway. Same man behind the door. Same heat in our damn throats.

She should be the one who’s safe. She grew up here. Slept under this roof for years. Called him “Dad.”

But she’s the one shaking, and I’m the one soaking through her house. She’d called him dad, I’ll call him daddy.

Win-win.

I looked back at her slowly, she didn’t move.

But her eyes dropped — to my legs. My shirt. My mouth.

And then she turned and slipped right into her room..

She didn’t close her door all the way.

She wanted me to know she was still there.

That she’s listening, maybe, even watching.

And as for Caleb?